Killer Mike..... he killed it...damn...
if this shit wasn't happening to the reporters and journalist too, the situation would be a lot worse.
Let's see cacs and their coons spin thisFerguson PD Confirms That Wilson Shot At Brown As He Ran Away
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2014/...s-Officer-Wilson-Shot-at-Brown-as-He-Ran-Away
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My nigga... if u dont get all the way the fuck outta here with this bullshit. I'm not clicking that shit. Fuck Bill O'Reilly and fuck you for posting his shit.
Ferguson PD Confirms That Wilson Shot At Brown As He Ran Away
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2014/...s-Officer-Wilson-Shot-at-Brown-as-He-Ran-Away
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Ahhh yes the perverbial white flag
I see they are ready to throw officer Wilson under the bus
Is it economic pressure?, media pressure? The resilience of protestors? ORRRR VIEW ABOUT TO SURFACE SHOWING THE ENTIRE SHOOTING?
a little weird they would admit the officer shot at brown while he was running away but not the key point they keep insisting the officer sustained an injury lmaoo
Sure doesn't look like it on the video
My nigga... if u dont get all the way the fuck outta here with this bullshit. I'm not clicking that shit. Fuck Bill O'Reilly and fuck you for posting his shit.
If this is true, IMO it means that the Feds are serious, Ferguson knows it, and they are trying to stay WAY clear of being charged with obstruction of justice. Federal prosecutions make bitches out of everyone.
Breh..... Might be time to add one more to the ignore list
These niggas is showing they complete ass I swear
I’m just out here working hard every single day, just trying to be the best poster I can be....
Had to get rid of alot of people off my facebook page.......most of them are former classmates![]()
In undergrad, I drove a '92 Ford Taurus that just hulked, tank-like, up and down the streets of Berkeley. The thing was conspicuous, an ocean liner. I was pulled over all the time, once or twice a week at one point. Often I'd see a squad car following me and just pull to the curb to get it over with. An officer would walk up to the car, one hand on that little button that secures the strap over his gun. He'd ask for my license and registration. Some inner voice would remind me that this was the time to point out I'd done nothing wrong; I'd ask for a badge number, I'd take a stand. But black boys are supposed to know better.
So what I would do was: I would slip my college ID over my driver's license. The officer's eyes would light up. Not your college ID, he would say, amused. Then he would go back to his car and dally a little, pretending to check on things, before handing my license back with some mock-heroic advice about staying out of trouble. The story ends right there. I remember feeling vague anger afterwards, although I was probably feeling something a lot closer to despair.
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Every time I used the college ID trick, it bred in me a kind of survivor's guilt, a guilt about a life that feels as if it's being protected weakly, through cowardice. Because what I was really doing was saying, Yes, some of us deserve to be shot in the street, but this ID proves that I'm not one of them. I used the little plastic card to secure my status as One Of The Good Ones[1], and I always drove away ashamed, always. At best, I was reducing my humanity—my right to not get shot by a police officer—to a giveaway received during freshman orientation. At worst, I was just delaying what is now starting to feel inevitable.
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Mentally-speaking, what happens when you hear about another unarmed black teen killed by police/police-like officers? For me, it goes something like this: First, anger, a kind of 360-degree, completely unfocused, completely diffuse anger; but since anger is a fairly cheap emotion it fades, and sadness settles in; and then I get that familiar helpless feeling you get when you realize what you're doing is utterly rote, almost Pavlovian, but you don't know how else to deal. To put it another way: For reasons I'm still trying to parse out, I've realized that simply mourning the deaths of other young black men isn't good enough any more.
I don't mean for this to sound melodramatic, because my emotions don't really matter; or, they matter less than a murdered black boy whose body was left in the street. But what I'm trying to describe here is something real, a sinking-in-quicksand feeling familiar to anyone who is tired of the terror—which is the only really truly appropriate term—police officers exact on young black men. When an unarmed black boy is killed by a police officer, again, and some loud-talking reporter is interviewing the boy's mother, again, and you can see his mother's shoulders slumped until they can't slump any more, and she's been crying so much she's gotten to the point of simply not bothering to wipe the tears away, and you watch her as she tries to look into every camera and speak into every microphone, and watch her as she suddenly gets the spectacle of all of this, and starts listing all of the good things her boy ever was, so that everyone can remember him the way she's remembering him right then, in that moment—when will we decide this is not okay?
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This is probably a good time to backtrack a little and talk about fear. To be black and interact with the police is a scary thing. The fear doesn't have to come from any kind of historical antagonism, which, trust me, would be enough; it can also come from many data points of personal experience, collected over time. Almost all black men have these close-call-style stories, and we collect and mostly keep them to ourselves until one of us is killed. You know how the stories go: I was pulled over one day and the cop drew his gun as he approached my window; I was stopped on the street, handcuffed and made to sit on the sidewalk because the cop said I looked like a suspect; I had four squad cars pull up on me for jaywalking. We trade them like currency. And it almost goes without saying that these stops are de facto violent, because even when the officer doesn't physically harm you, you can feel that you've been robbed of something. The thing to remember is that each of these experiences compounds the last, like interest, so that at a certain point just seeing a police officer becomes nauseating. That feeling is fear.
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We all know there's nothing necessarily wrong with fear, since it's just a really effective survival mechanism, and there sure as hell isn't anything wrong with surviving. Legitimate fear can save your life; it makes sense that many of us are scared of heights and rattlesnakes. But a constant state of fear, being afraid, makes you a special kind of tired, in the same way a bully or bad boss makes you tired. This is no real way to live.
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OK: Imagine you know of a guy who occasionally walks around your neighborhood with a gun. Imagine you don't really know this guy, so you don't know how he feels about you, whether he sees you as friend or foe. You do know that he holds his gun a little tighter when he walks past your house. You also know that if he shoots you, there's a good chance he'll get away with it.
That's how all of this feels.
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What I've seen of the Ferguson Police Department and their tanks, AR15's, flash-bang grenades, tear gas, laser sights, helicopters, and military-style detachment makes me believe Michael Brown was tired. Maybe he'd been harassed by a police officer before, maybe he was tired of being tired. So when Darren Wilson tried to bully him, Michael Brown said no. And maybe it was the "no" of someone who's been pushed around, which is a more beautiful "no," since it is so clear and absolute. That a police officer then shot him dead and left his body in the street is, historically, the kind of thing police officers do when black men stand up for themselves.
And so for the last week I've been feeling that helpless feeling. All that's left after helplessness is fatigue, right? Aren't we all tired yet? We know that what happened to Michael Brown was not a unique incident but part of a larger phenomenon—and that it will happen again, soon. Which means we know an even deeper truth: that to be black in this country means constantly paying a tax on your life. Some of us pay in dignity, some of us pay in blood. What I'm trying to say is this: Never again will I pay with my dignity.
is a fiction writer pursuing his MFA at Cornell University
That pig doin' all that reckless shootin' could've easily been somebody else gettin' shot too.Ferguson PD Confirms That Wilson Shot At Brown As He Ran Away
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2014/...s-Officer-Wilson-Shot-at-Brown-as-He-Ran-Away
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Like folks said, da world is watchin'.Moscow
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Based on what Shane said a few pages back, I'on think that pigbgoin' down w/o spillin' a few secrets about err'body else first.Trust me bruh I know lmaoo
ferguson PD bout to get bitch slapped to high hell.. Feds bout to dig all in their shit
Haven't had to delete anyone
Did check someone though talking that foolishness
I been on alert though
Zero tolerance
My nigga... if u dont get all the way the fuck outta here with this bullshit. I'm not clicking that shit. Fuck Bill O'Reilly and fuck you for posting his shit.
Dog I keep telling y'all the ONLY PEOPLE reporting that the officer had a broken orbital bone is that one asshat Jim Hoft @ Gateway Pundit. He even got fix news caught up in his BULLSHIT and they running with it like it's fact. Everybody got these unnamed unconfirmed close to the situation sources but nobody coming forward to say anything publicly. If there was truly anything Michael did wrong at the time of his EXECUTION it would have come out on day one. These mufuccas have been getting their stories together from the jump and even still u can see right thru it
I’m just out here working hard every single day, just trying to be the best poster I can be....